"You're such a fuck." Paula said jealously. "I've been trying to get that guy to notice me for almost two months now! The way he just talked to you, I could swear you've got him around your finger!" Toni said nothing. True, a couple of minutes from now she'd be spilling the beans and telling all, because she liked the adulation Paula afforded her. But for now she just looked down, and watched her feet as the two women walked together. It was their usual Thursday ritual: Finish work, find a bar.

"Oh Paula, my dear sweet Paula." She thought warmly. There are so many things you need to learn. She cast a glance over at Paula's legs without turning her head, so it wouldn't be obvious. What she saw made her smile. Paula's stylish black shoes with the heavy, thick soles made no sound as they crossed over the avenue. Toni, on the other hand, was an incarnation of clatter in her red pumps. She could hear her 3" heel Candies, (hard to track down but worth the effort), flopping on the soles of each foot, and echoing across the street off the marble building on the other side. "Mating call." She thought smugly.

Her good friend Paula was a serious hardbody: 5'7", 118 lbs., with jet black hair. True, she didn't have Toni's perfectly adorable dream face, framed in gorgeous copper locks. "Gets me laid whenever I want." Toni thought proudly. But she was still very pretty. And although Toni hated to admit it, Paula was definitely in better shape. Toni was only 5'4", and she weighed ten pounds more. All in all, Paula was probably one of the most desirable women Toni had ever encountered, and she had been more than friends with a couple girls in her time. But Paula didn't get the picture sometimes. For all the hours that she put in at the gym, she didn't have a clue as to how to package it to sell.

"Oh, now I know something's up." Paula prodded. "You're not being this quiet for no reason. You fucked him, didn't you? Didn't you?"

"Paula, I..." started Toni, but she was at a loss for words to soften the shock, so she just giggled and finished with "...fucked him."

"AHHHH! You're such a tramp! Tell me everything!! Does he fuck for a long time. Is he a pig? Tell me he's got a nice big, fat dick! Oh please tell me he's an absolute pig!" Paula said eagerly.

"He's not a pig, he's a perfect gentleman." Toni said, setting her friend up, and when she saw Paula's hopeful expression start to falter, she added "Until he gets me alone. Then he's a conductor, a maestro! And I'm his Numero Uno violin!"

"Oh my God! I just knew he would be good. I knew it! I can sense it when I watch him walk. Do think there's a chance he'd want to go out with me? Er, I mean uh, do you two have a steady thing going?" And then she added meekly, "Sorry." Toni laughed out loud. "Don't go drownin' your sorrows in tequila, Sheila!" And then, in a hushed southern accent, "I know you want that Mr. Sampson inside ya', Dee-lilah!"

When she managed to quell her giggles, she said seriously, "He's definitely available. You can have him if he'll have you. But you got to play your cards right."

"Play my cards?" Questioned Paula immediately, "Why? Did he mention that he likes me? Of course, I'll do whatever it takes."

Toni figured this was as good a time as any to let her friend in on some of life's Greater Truths, and so she said, "Then you'll come shopping with me?"

"Oh God Toni, not now! Let's stick to t he subject. Tell me what I can do to get him to play me into a roaring crescendo!" Paula insisted.

"Paula, you might be a little surprised when I tell you the kind of sex we have. I mean, we have all kinds of sex, but... he came to me because I put out specific signals for a man like him. You may find it strange, some of the things he likes. This shopping spree... it's for you, not for me." Toni was reveling in her purposeful ambiguity, and she waited intently on her friend's answer.

"Wait." Paula started, her voice trailing off as she gathered her thoughts. Then she suddenly exploded with a barrage of chatter. "Well if you did it, I'm sure I'll like it. You're no weirdo. Are you? And how did you know what he would like? What signals? My God, he only just came around last month! And what the fuck...shopping?!? For what? Kinky sex shit? Bondage shit?" Her mind was racing. What on earth was this all leading up to?

"This place looks pretty safe, want to go in?" Toni prompted, stopping under a glowing neon that advertised 'Happy Hour.'

"Anything to get you to open up and talk to me." Paula said immediately. Once inside, with drinks in hand, Toni talked, and Paula listened.

"Shopping, yes, we need to take you shopping. Paula you can't go around wearing what you see on MTV and expect guys to notice you! That shit is not what most men are into. Hell, Kennedy probably doesn't get laid half as much as she wants! You have to start wearing skirts. And pantyhose. And pumps." Toni explained.

"Oh for Chrissake, I hate those fucking things." Paula insisted.

"You said you were going to let me have a say, here." Toni reminded her.

"Okay, you're right. Sorry." Paula relented.

"Now, as far as the high heels go, just get something reasonable. A 2" heel, say. They're not as sexy as a four, but they're not so bad. You'll walk just fine, and you'll be walking around on cloud nine once you see what they can do for your sex appeal. Those black...things you've got on. Yecch! When was the last time you saw a centerfold in those? I learned a long time ago that men get programmed. As boys, they grow up reading magazines and watching porno flicks where all the women are dressed up like shameless strumpets. These girls of the Electric Blue, when they do their fucking and sucking, they do it with bells on. Get the picture? Believe me, jerking off to that all your young life, it makes an impression. A lasting impression."

"Hey friend." Paula interrupted, "I don't mind coming to work in pumps once or twice if it'll get me sack time with 'the conductor'!" She giggled, feeling a little buzz from the alcohol.

Toni smiled. "Okay... good. But there's more to it than that, Paula. It's a whole attitude thing. Men are very tactile. They touch. They like the feel, the texture of things. And smell. And they love great visuals when they're trying to reach orgasm. They don't just have sex, they observe sex. If you like a guy enough to sleep with him, don't just do it halfway. A woman who is willing to bait a man with his fetish, tease him by day, and be his whore by night... that sends an irresistible message. It's like, 'anything for your pleasure during our time together. Look at how I cheapen myself to get you to come! What kind of a slave to dick must I be to lose my own identity, imitating the sluts you've drooled over in your magazines and videos all your life? You stick your head in my cunt and lick my clit in slow, burning circles, I keep my lingerie on and let you watch my pumps dangle off my feet while I coax cum from your cock. You lick my asshole and six-pack me by my ass and cunt during cunnilingus, I'll take my feet and stroke you underneath your purple dickhead with my big toe until you squirt my stockings.' It's very give and take. Now you, Paula... You think you're cool, buying all those hip-hop clothes, but most guys don't even look twice at that shit."

Continuing, Toni further explained, "Take our man in question here. His name is Ty, since you're too busy thinking about his dick to ask his name. The first time I noticed him, he was staring me down. I was walking around the office without my shoes, wearing pantyhose like I always do. Well, his reaction to that was like a hundred other men I've seen. He stared, and I mean stared, at my feet. It was laughable, because he tried not to make it obvious, but he was so into me that he started not to care."

Paula wasn't aware that all this time, her jaw had been slacking more and more. "Catch any flies with that thing lately?" Toni chided, and with this Paula realized her own stunned surprise, and assumed her normal expression.

"Your feet?" She managed, and nothing else. She took another sip of her marguerita.

"Now, I'm gonna tell you what we did last night, cause it was HOT!" Toni said intriguingly.

"Oh, you bitch! You said you were tired last night, and..." Paula started, but then broke off as soon as she began. She pictured 'the conductor'. She imagined his stiff cock ramming hard right on her G spot, not stopping, sending her into a convulsing, incontinent, pissy orgasm. They were rare, oh, so rare. The back of her throat tingled, ready to choke on his spewing meatpole. How could she blame her friend for lying and breaking their stupid, nothing plans?

Toni continued with her story. "He came to my place late, around eleven-thirty. I knew he was coming, so I was showered, primped, and dressed to kill. I had on a very sexy blue dress, really tight and short, and my nipples were so hard they felt like they were going to rip through it any second. Black garter belt, perfectly matched blue 6" fuck-me's with ankle straps, and brand new shiny jet black stockings. I wore those stockings so high up my thighs, they were practically kissing my cunt. And tight as a drum. When he came in, I didn't even rise to greet him. I just patted the spot on the couch next to me, asked him ever so kindly to come sit. I had my legs crossed as I took his hand and placed it on my silken thigh. I wanted him to rub it, and I made up some bullshit excuse about having a cramp. He knew it was bullshit, too. I mean, Lee is fetish driven, but I play it cool. I talk around it, and simply give him everything I know he would ask for. I don't really call attention to it verbally until he's getting ready to come."

With Paula taking it all in, Toni illustrated further. "Then I'll say, you know, something like, Ooo, hot cum! There it is! Oh, yes! Yes! Look at your fucking cum all on my pretty toes! Ooo, it feels hot! And wet! Oh fuck, so much, baby! I have your dick in my feet! Now watch my toes! Ooo, yes, now it's all down in between. Scrrrrinch and grab your dick in my dark, wet stocking toes! I need it! Does baby need to lick it? Awww, don't be shy, baby, lick it! Yesssss, lick it! Drink it like me! Come on baby, lick your sweet come off my nylons. Pretty feet. Sexy feet. Perfect, little, pretty, sexy stocking feet. Oooo! Perfect little pretty, sexy stocking feet. Oh yeah, fucking these perfect little pretty sexy stocking feet. Perfect little pretty..." Talking about fucking was sending Toni into complete sexual reverie. Her eyes were closed, and she was almost out of breath. She beginning to salivate, and her cunt was becoming very damp and in need of attention, so she reached under the table, under her dress, and found her pantyhose panel, to touch her clit for security. Her voice was practically cooing, as if she were playing with a very small child.

"Toni!" Paula said finally. "You're attracting attention." It was true. A man, sitting alone at the bar, had watched them both since they came in, but now he was stealing glances every couple of seconds. Toni's impromptu cunt massage was kind of obvious, if you were looking. "It sounds like you enjoy this stuff more than he does." Paula observed. "Do you really chant like that? It's fucking creepy. You sound like you're... possessed."

Toni stared back at her with the cool gaze of a confident, veteran teacher, stimulating her prized student into a learning experience. "Oh, yes. Absolutely. So where was I?"

"I don't know! Was that last night you were telling me about?" Paula asked.

"No, no!" Toni replied excitedly, fully energized to be back on the subject. "That was just a for-instance. Last night, I gave him one of the Five Ultimate Pleasures of the Universe."

"Oh, now you're going to tell me some hype about..." Paula interjected, but Toni cut her off entirely.

"No hype! No hype! Last night, I gave him 'Head to Toe' , which is one of the Five Ultimate Pleasures, for men anyway. Oh, honey," she began, and started to laugh, "if you have a man who's got a foot fetish, and you're physically capable of performing this act, then it's guaranteed that 20 years from now, long after you've broken up, when he's fucking his pig wife somewhere off in Osh Kosh Nebraska, he'll still be thinking of the Head to Toe he got from dear Paula when he comes.

"You've definitely got my attention." Paula said, and couldn't help smiling.

So Toni happily continued. "See, Ty was rubbing the bogus 'cramp' out of my thigh, getting hard from the feel of the nylon, and from the soft swooshing sound I make when I grind my legs while they're crossed. 'I need you to fuck my feet', I said, but I really need to taste cum tonight. Mmm, come in my tummy.' And then I giggled a disarming little giggle, and asked like a little cutey, 'So I was thinking, could you take my shoes off so we can do both, baby?' You know, you've got to talk to your man, tell him what's on your mind! So he kissed my ankles for a while with the pumps still on, and then he unstrapped them. My cunt was glistening wet, and I wanted to be fucked, and he wanted to put his shank in me so bad, but I showed him something different. I propped myself up on some pillows, and he came toward me, dick swinging. I grabbed both my ankles, and lifted up my feet so that the balls were against each other, and my toes were aligned. The seams were touching, and the heels were touching. 'I have a warm nylon cunt for you tonight', I said, 'and it's right here.'

Paula found this tale of fetish play strange and new, but she could also feel her cunt throbbing and becoming drenched. She stared at her friend of almost two years with a new appreciation for her sexual exploits. Toni continued. "Without a word, he hoisted his beefy dick up with his hand, and put it between my ten willing toes. I started to flex my toes, scrinching them around his prick, slowly and delicately at first, and then faster and harder. I knew the black, coarse nylon was turning him on from the friction and the feel, because he started to moan, and he's usually very quiet. My legs were spread wide open and I could feel cool air on my pussy. I started pumping my feet up and down his cock slowly, sliding them together as one unit, and then shifting them alternately, like pedaling a bicycle. Oooh, he liked that! I thought he was going to come that instant! The friction burn must have been intense, because he grabbed the baby oil off the end table and squirted it all over. What a sight, his bulging red cock, being swallowed up by my dripping, oily black stocking peds. I ground his cock into my arches, and into my heels. He started to make a some of his own lubrication, and when I saw this, I began to pull my ankles toward my mouth, still working his rod. Now I was swishing my feet against each other, longways, up and down, and his aching dick was twisting from the pressure."

Paula had become overwhelmed. She listened to Toni's discourse without a word, but inside her heart was fairly fluttering. She kicked off one shoe, worked off her sock, and sought desperately with her bare toes the warm, nylon encased flesh of Toni's leg. She needed contact, and although she had never had a lesbian encounter before, the thought of drinking Toni's fragrant cum juices was, at this point, not a stretch. She actually twitched, and for a split second, before she realized where she was, and what she was doing, she clearly saw herself diving under the table, and sucking her friend's cunt.

Toni continued. "So now his big mushroom cock ring is only inches from my mouth, and my legs are aching from being twisted in this pretzel position, but I don't give a fuck! There's no way I'm giving in to the pain, 'cause his dick is dripping from the excitement! Hey, you gotta be flexible enough to even try this in the first place, know what I mean?"

Paula heard Toni clearly, but she desired to give no answer. "If only this cheap fucking dive would put tablecloths on their fucking tables!" She was screaming in her mind. "Then I could put my foot on her cunt! Oh, God I need to have a sexual experience right now before I explode!!!!"

"So I start teasing him with my tongue, like this!" Toni illustarted, and as she demonstrated, lolling her tongue outside her mouth in wide, spastic arcs and circles, the man at the bar dropped his beer all over himself. The mug rolled off his lap, crashed to the floor and turned everyone's attention in their general direction. Paula doubted Toni even heard it break. She was working her pungent cunt with all the fingers of her right hand, and she looked as if she were ready to cum any minute. "So then... to finally get him off, you know, cause I needed that cum... I really needed it to just drown me...Ohh, God, fuck, so what I did was, I started pulling my feet apart and smacking them together on his swollen shank. Oooo, yeah, I was fucking possessed alright! Ooooh, fuck! Yeah, so the balls of my feet were hitting, and my toes were scrinching, and then I just did everything, oooo, fuck! Yeah, I rode the bike, I went up and down, I took one foot and, ya' know, rubbed his balls real gentle. Oh! Oh! Fuck! Paulie, I'm gonna cum real soon, real soon!! Oooh, real soon, so then...I uh, I put his cockhead in my mouth while I was working the shaft with my feet, and I was chanting to him, with a mouthful of cock. Oh, yeah... mouthful. Mouthful of cock... I was, oooh, I was going 'You fuck baby with stock ... ings on, your fuck baby she eats your cum. Your fuck baby with stocking feet, your fuck baby she gets her treat! Come on my pretty feet, come on my toes! The seam, baby, the seam...here it is.' Oh shit, Paulie, cause I know he likes that, he likes the dark part, by the...Oooo, by the heel, and the seam by the...oh fuck! ... by the toe, yeah, so then... mmmmmmmm, he came! My toes were wrapped around the front of that dick, and it shot in my toes, and splashed everywhere! Oooooo! A big fucking flood of hot, white delicious come, and I was drinkin' it! Oooo, I was eatin' it! And I was jerking that meat off! Yeah, shaking that dick... in my... stocking feet. Mmmmm, yes. He was screamin'... I was pumping that cock with all my might, and I was licking my nylons...uh! Licking my nylons, so much come, spraying.. .spraying! OH! All over, in my eyes and ears and hair and I smelled sweat and baby oil and cum and I was licking... my toes, his rod, mmmmmm, ooooo, yes! YES! Inside my mouth, my cummy toes, I was lickin it! Sucking cum off my big toe, and in between, ooooh, off the little one. Biting the seam, licking the seam, sucking up cum! I was lovin' it! Swallowing wet come, licking my arch, tongue all over my heel. I was licking my OWN FUCKING FOOT, Oh and the Cum!!! So much jizz, wouldn't stop, wouldn't stop, CHOKING ME... OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"

And when Toni finally came, she realized that she didn't feel like sacrificing the pleasure of her orgasm, just because she happened to be in a bar in the city. This was unexpected fulfillment for her, far from the selfless, one way giving experience she had intended last nite. So she let herself drop onto the table, her hard nipples mashing against the hard wood, head to one side, and she lay there, jerking and writhing and moaning. And nursing it.

Paula's cunt was making a wet patch in her own underwear. She could never remember a time when she felt more sexually frustrated than right now. Imagining the story as it was told, and then watching her friend come, she came to realize very strongly that she wanted the experience of fucking a foot fetish freak.

"I need another fucking drink, Paulie!" It was all Toni could manage after about five minutes.

Paula returned with their drinks, grinning, and said they were offered 'on the house' by the bartender. "He's wiping his britches too, I'm sure." Toni said, after a long draught on her beer. "I'm ready to go shopping with you now, lover." Paula exclaimed, and then wished immediately she had worded it differently. It was evident in her expression. "We're not lovers hon, at least not yet. But thanks for stroking me all the same. It did help me to cum. But I need to head home after this one." Paula was so screwed up she was ready to pop, and she quickly became impatient and agitated. "You can't just leave me alone, not after all this! Can't we just go to the store? You can pick out nice things for me. Sexy things. I think I'd look good in..."

"Another day, Dee-lilah!" Toni interrupted, in a tired tone that rebuked challenge. She could feel her clit was still tingling. No doubt, her cunt was now in dire need of stiff penetration. "This teacher has to meet her professor." She thought quietly. "We've got exams. Like, to see how he scores on the rest of my Universal Pleasure test!"

We've been told that this story is ... To Be Continued...